be allowed to search the woman's house itself. The request
was granted readily. The detective then inquired for the various
gowns which the woman had worn for dress occasions within the
preceding several weeks.

This line of investigation the owner of the pin considered a waste
of time, since she remembered distinctly wearing the pin to the
restaurant on that particular night, and her husband also remembered
seeing it that night and put his memory in affidavit form. But the
detective persisted and with the help of a maid examined carefully
those other gowns.

In the ruffle at the bottom of one of them, worn for the last time
at least a week before the visit to the restaurant, she found the
pin. The woman and her husband simply had been mistaken--honestly
mistaken. She hadn't worn the pin to the restaurant, and her husband
hadn't seen it that night. The error was unintentional, but it came
very near costing the surety company a large sum of money.

The benefits of a newly established clinic for animals
were demonstrated in a special feature article in the _New
York Times_ by the selection of several animal patients as
typical cases. Probably the one given below did not seem
to the writer to be sufficiently striking if only the bare facts
were given, and so he undertook to create sympathy by
describing the poor, whimpering little dog and the distress
of the two young women. By arousing the sympathies of
the readers, he was better able to impress them with the
benefits of the clinic.

The other day Daisy, a little fox terrier, was one of the patients.
She was a pretty little thing, three months old, with a silky coat
and big, pathetic eyes. She was escorted to the clinic by two
hatless young women, in shawls, and three children. The children
waited outside in the reception room, standing in a line, grinning
self-consciously, while the women followed Daisy into the
examination room. There she was gently muzzled with a piece of
bandage, and the doctor examined her. There was something the matter
with one hind leg, and the poor little animal whimpered pitifully,
as dogs do, while the doctor searched for a broken bone. It was too
much for one of the women. She left the room, and, standing outside
the door, put her fingers in her ears, while the tears rolled down
her cheeks.

"Well, I wouldn't cry for a do